I begin, when I end.
POEMSMAY 2024ENGLISH
5/31/20241 min read
There’s no evidence to life, there’s no proof to existence
There’s only a perception of seeing black turn pink
A failing attempt to fill in the empty basket with colours of beautiful
To walk over the shadow and to turn on the lights wouldn’t make it easy
The night in my eyes is hid behind the dawn in your eyes
The picture you adore is an illusion of what you’d like to see
Your memory of me is what lives in the mirror of your bedroom
Come, creep into my head for a while, and feel the tremors of denial
The denial to a one time end
With strangers in my head and no sight of you
Every night, is the hardest of all
You feel alive,
I feel the under-current of being alive
”Oh, I see it. Clear as crystal and real as faith,
Sitting by my window,
Swinging back and forth,
With mild jerks of deceiving life,
Up, there, rests my soul
Somewhere in the cloud, closed and locked,
With no key to the front door.”
The doorway to it was build years ago
Beneath my trembling feet
Peeling away the layers of all that lived, loved, laughed
And alive it feels, to out-live the illusion of being alive
”Oh, I see it. Clear as crystal and real as faith,
Sitting by my window,
Swinging back and forth,
With mild jerks of deceiving life,
Up, there, rests my soul
Somewhere in the cloud, closed and locked,
With no key to the front door.”
-- Tanya